Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!

Since he got the script of "Dawn of the Living Dead", as long as Matthew has no job, he will basically come to the Angel Agency to study the script every day. The reason why he is not at home is that there are many people in the Angel Agency. If he needs help with the scene, he can find someone to come over at any time.

Now he is the number one client and the biggest star of the Angel Brokerage Company. Providing good service to him is an important part of the company's daily work.

As time approached the end of July, after the new week began, Matthew came to Angel Brokerage again in the morning.

He politely declined the interview request of a reporter who was guarding the door of the agency. He entered the agency and was about to go to the archive room on the second floor to retrieve the information about zombies he had just collected yesterday. The staff at the front desk called him.

"Matthew!" The front desk staff waved to him. Matthew walked over and asked, "What's the matter."

The staff member said, "I just came to the company to find you, saying that it was your cousin in Texas, Miss Hermann hasn't come yet..." She pointed to an office on the left side of the front desk, "I'll let him go to the reception room first."

"cousin?"

Matthew frowned. There seemed to be no such existence in the memory left by his ex.

The staff member said again, "That's what he said."

"Well, I get it." Matthew glanced at the reception room, "I'll go over and take a look."

He did not go upstairs, but instead came to the door of the reception room, opened the door and walked in. He saw a black man with countless braids sitting on the sofa opposite the door. He was probably the same age as him, dressed quite non-mainstream, and had no idea what the pattern was on the bright and fancy clothes.

The black man also saw Matthew, stood up immediately, cracked a big mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said, "Hi, Matthew, it's really you! It seems that I didn't recognize the wrong person!"

He walked over with a strong Texas accent as he spoke.

Matthew quickly raised his hand, signaled him to stop, and said, "Are you?"

The black man lifted up the messy braid that was blocking his face and said in surprise, "No way? You don't know me anymore? I'm Leo Williams!"

Matthew looked at the strange face and really couldn't remember when he met such a person. Moreover, the so-called cousin was impossible. This person's skin was as dark as coal, and no matter how he looked, he couldn't have blood relationship with Matthew before.

The black man looked disappointed, "You won't really forget me, do you?" he reminded, "Think about it, we trimmed the same lawn in Dallas seven years ago! We worked together for three days!"

Seeing Matthew's face calm, the black man named Leo Williams couldn't help but cover his forehead, "Oh, God! You really forgot me. You said at that time that we are friends!"

Matthew thought for a while and asked, "You told the person at the front desk that he was my cousin?"

"That's just a little joke." Leo Williams said casually without any embarrassment, "We are good friends, and I don't think you care about such small things."

Matthew didn't say anything. After this time of memories, he vaguely remembered that that guy did work with some people to trim a large lawn, but who had forgotten who they were, and who would remember a stranger who worked with him for a few days a few years ago.

"You have something to ask me?" Matthew asked, looking at him.

Leo Williams laughed and said, "Aren't we good friends? We have worked together. Now you are famous. I also work in Burbank. When I see the address of your company, I want to come over and say congratulations to you."

Matthew replied casually, "Thank you, I received it."

This sentence has a very obvious meaning to this end.

But Leo Williams seemed to be unable to understand, licking a black face and continued, "We had a good relationship back then, do you remember?"

Matthew didn't speak and roughly understood the guy's intentions.

"You said back then that no matter who will develop in the future..." Leo Williams, like most black people, kept flipping his two thick lips, and was very sensible, "I have to help others. I have always done this. Last year, I worked with us..."

Matthew took out his cell phone and put it next to his ear, "Hey, what? OK..." He looked at Leo Williams with an apology, "Sorry, I'll call first and chat later."

After saying that, he put his phone back to his ear, pushed the door and walked out.

The front desk staff saw him coming out and said, "Miss Herman is here, in the office upstairs."

Matthew nodded and pointed to the reception room behind him, "If that person comes to me, I will say I have something to leave."

When he came to Lun Herman's office in Shanghai, Matthew roughly told the matter, and Helen Herman said directly, "I'll handle this."

She picked up the phone, dialed the number of the security officer, said a few simple words, and hung up.

Matthew took a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "No one came to me when I was in a downturn."

"He's not the first one." Helen Hermann remembered something and said, "Before, some people who claimed to be your elementary and middle school classmates came over, and I asked the security guard to send them away."

"Good job!" Matthew raised a thumb to Helen Herman, "You say hello to the front desk of the company. Whether it is a classmate or a cousin, you will send him away if you come to the door!"

"I get it." Helen Herman reminded, "You have become famous now and have made a lot of money. You should be able to think that there may be many friends or classmates who have not seen for many years to come and take advantage of the benefits."

After Helen Hermann reminded, it was not difficult for Matthew to think of this.

Helen Hermann said, "If you need someone to accompany you to eat, drink, have fun or have fun, you can find a few more reliable ones to be your friends."

"Friends?" Matthew understood the general meaning when he heard this word and asked, "Does it be the kind that eats mine, drinks mine, wears mine, lives mine, and costs me money?"

Helen Herman nodded slightly, "It's roughly that. Most Hollywood stars have friends. This... well, it can be considered as forming a circle and profession that depend on Hollywood."

Matthew said firmly, "Don't think about it! I don't need such a person!" His attitude then became a little loose, "Unless it's a beauty."

Helen Hermann said with a hint of sarcasm, "Your idea is interesting!"

Matthew shrugged, "This is the idea of ​​a normal man."

He has never forgotten his original intention, and this is also the greatest motivation to continue to climb up.

"By the way, I haven't seen your personal assistant for a long time." Helen Hermann seemed to have not let Matthew go, "You don't have any ideas about the people around you, do you?"

Matthew scoffed, "Am I that kind of person?" He explained simply, "Milla King resigned and returned to England some time ago, and probably won't come back."

Helen Hermann was a little curious, "Why resign?"

"She said that she followed me and saw too many dirty and hypocritical aspects of this circle," Maxiu's remarks were basically the original words, "What I saw and heard were all bad things, especially my employer, who was full of negative energy and had no positive things at all, so she quit."

Helen Hermann snorted coldly, "Isn't that the case in Hollywood?"

Matthew sighed and guessed randomly, "Maybe she, like many people, thinks that celebrities and Hollywood have bright surfaces, and must be clean inside."

Since the other party wants to resign, he will not force himself to stay. Perhaps other circles are more suitable for her development.

After chatting for a while, the security person downstairs called and said that he had sent the black man away. Matthew was going to the information room to continue studying the information related to "Dawn of the Living Dead".

Helen Herman reminded him, "If you encounter something like this again, please notify me in time and I will find someone to deal with it."

"I see."

This is exactly in line with Matthew's wishes, and it feels troublesome to think about it.

However, the black man named Leo Williams was just the beginning. As he became famous, he became popular across the United States. In the next few days, people came to take advantage of the benefits.

The driver who used to drive at Red Penguin Company with him called and said that he had opened a pastry shop and wanted him to help with endorsement. As for endorsement fees, there was definitely no such thing as it was. He said that he could provide him with a free cake for a month and asked him to help him see how he worked together.

Then, the landlord in Ximu District also called. The landlord worked in a financial company and said that he could provide him with all-round financial advice and plans to be his financial advisor, so that the funds and industries in his hands could appreciate rapidly.

There is also a car washer he used to know, claiming that he could provide him with a year-on-year car wash service card, but others only need to wash the car for $10 per time, but his celebrity customer, costs $50 per time...

There are too many similar situations.

Matthew's friends never made such inexplicable calls just because of him. Instead, those who only know or only nodded each other took the initiative to lean on and regarded him as a money tree that they could count on.

The former landlord even had such a grand plan: he was a financial advisor, Matthew was his first customer, and then the best Hollywood stars would gradually join.

Successfully turned Matthew into a magnet, and many people wanted to suck it up. The former colleague who came out inexplicably treated him as a nod of the money tree, and used the cheeky guy who had had interactions with him to take advantage of various benefits...

But Matthew never had the Virginity of the Virgin. Even if some of them were so poor that they could only be homeless, he would refuse without hesitation!

Of course, this will definitely arouse some people's dissatisfaction.

So the landlord's version of "Matthew Horner's Memoir of Rental" appeared in the tabloid, and the turf trimmer's dictated the "Days I Cut with Matthew's Grass" and other reports.
Chapter completed!